Volume 1, Chapter 49: How Can This Be

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"Humph, at my age, what kind of storms and tempests have I not witnessed?"
"You still want to try and scare me?"
Fang Yang spoke with an air of profound seniority and immense pride.
At this, Chu Lingtian curled his lips in disdain and said nothing more.
However, Professor Zhu adjusted his reading glasses and suddenly chimed in, "President Zhang, I must say this young man has an extraordinary bearing. Perhaps he really does have a solution."
"Things are already in such a state anyway, I see no harm in letting this little brother give it a try."
"Old Zhu, have you lost your mind?" Professor Fang glared at him. "Isn't this pure nonsense?"
"You can't judge a book by its cover," Professor Zhu replied.
"That at least sounds like something a human would say," Chu Lingtian huffed.
"Very well."
Zhang Yixuan nodded.
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"So what are the benefits of getting points on this scoreboard?" Qin Shuang asked with a frown. The academy's rules now seemed entirely different from those of one hundred thousand years ago, as legends made no mention of such things.
Meanwhile, Bailin and the others paid no attention to Long Teng, instead gazing with grave solemnity at the iron chain bridge not far away.
"Hahaha—Jianquan, you've finally come! Look what I've brought you!" Seeing Jianquan step forward, Chen Qi immediately stood up and made a slight waving gesture.
The Daoist's voice gradually faded into the distance, leaving Shen Gongbao with a somewhat wistful expression, as if all the memories from just moments before were slowly dissolving from his mind.
That day, congratulatory phone calls poured in from all over. Three reception assistants sat outside the ward, beads of fine sweat on their foreheads, as busy as switchboard operators.
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Yet, no matter how thoroughly Long Teng, Bailin, and the others searched, they still could not find the bodies of Guo Fan and Lu Hu. It was as if they had vanished into thin air. As for the remains of the other vanguard camp soldiers, only thirty-odd bodies were recovered—falling far short of a hundred.
Prompted by her husband's words, Qin Shutong gritted her teeth today and accompanied the father and son to Heavenly King Lin's studio.
"Many thanks to this maiden... We have crossed paths many times, yet I have not yet had the honor of asking your esteemed name?" Dongfang Qiuhan did not forget to strike up a conversation.
Mishu looked in bewilderment at Longze, whose attitude had completely changed. Was this... a sudden burst of conscience? Did he intend to let Xugu off the hook?
Hearing this, Mishu immediately reached out and hugged him tightly. Xugu smiled silently to himself; today's weather truly was splendid.
In truth, the酆都 Great Emperor was also suffering greatly inside. If his true form wasn't currently tied up suppressing [Heaven], which had been stirring up chaos in the netherworld lately, coming in person to deal with a sealed demon saint whose age was immeasurable would not exactly be a walk in the park, but it wouldn't be this troublesome either. Dealing with it through an avatar was genuinely difficult.
Tang Su ignored him, her eyes fixed on the screen as she focused on the movie, sometimes even forgetting to eat her popcorn.
"Why?" After a long silence, she finally heard her own voice asking, slightly hoarse.
"Now, relax your entire body and open your heart. I am going to execute a very special technique that will allow us to achieve synchronized healing..." As Fang Yuan spoke, he began to channel the Fusion Art.
He had that unmistakable look of someone straight out of the fashion circle, trendy to the very tips of his toes from head to foot.
Mei Beichen was already intoxicated, so his reflexes were naturally much slower than when he was sober. Caught off guard, he took a direct hit and staggered back a few steps, dropping his wallet to the ground.
He wore a black trench coat with his hands hanging by his sides, though one could still catch a glimpse of gauze faintly visible around his right wrist.
The feeling of keeping his younger sister's true identity a secret from her was hardly pleasant, filling him with a deep sense of guilt. He only hoped that when Milla eventually learned who she was, she wouldn't blame him.
Nan Gongye's expression instantly turned stern. When it came to matters concerning the Slaughtering Wolves, he never took things lightly.
"Bang, bang, bang!" Unable to care about anything else, I hammered away in a desperate attempt to wake Daoist Qingxuan. After a brief bout of knocking, the heavy door finally swung open, and a sleep-eyed Daoist Qingxuan appeared before me.
At this moment, Gailuo, who had remained silent all this while, spoke up: "My father actually wants me to marry him? I don't believe it. I'm going to go ask him myself." With that, she spun around and bolted out the door.
"So, you're saying that you knew we were coming here even before we entered Country H?" Long Sheng asked doubtfully.
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I slowly closed my eyes. The rustling of branches and leaves blowing in the wind drifted into my ears, accompanied by the faint, distant sounds of mourning music and weeping. A sudden ache twitched in my nose, and I couldn't help shaking my head.
I bought some bread for Xuexin and the others to have for breakfast. Passing by the fruit section, I spotted some rather fine American large green limes.
I could only chuckle, asking the fellow what was going on, utterly unable to figure out what had happened. Still, how should I put it? It was a difficult thing to fathom.
This remark sent everyone present into roaring laughter. Irina pointed at Xianglong and raged, "What did you just say, you scoundrel? You dare abandon me? I'll kill you!" With that, she lunged forward with the air of someone ready to fight Xianglong to the death.
Facts proved that people with exceptionally strong minds who constantly had fishing on their lips were not necessarily true master anglers.
Yet I discovered dozens of massive mountain fiends surrounding the temple. Hindered by the sword array, they could only cause the ground to tremble, but my urge to kill had already been triggered. They had chosen the wrong target and the wrong time—they had run into me.
"He's fine, just badly frightened." Ji Bailie narrowed his eyes, staring coldly at the old man's wrinkled face.
Dan Qiusheng was a powerful elder of the Eight Scenes Sword Sect, and the martial art he primarily practiced was the Xiaoxiang Night Rain Sword, one of the sect's inherited sword styles.
"I can imitate other things too—bird calls, chicken clucks, pig squeals, sheep bleats, I can do them all," A-Biao proudly introduced his unique skill—ventriloquism—to Uncle Jiang.
Thus, Xie Jitao contacted Kang Junru through the leaders of the insurgent army, and subsequently, Zhang Xiaobo took Xie Jitao to meet Kang Junru.
"Brother Ling, you're far too polite, and you've thought of everything so thoroughly." A-Biao picked up his cup and chugged more than half of the water in one go.
Ji Bailie and Shen Yan each slung Pei Li and Gu Zhaoziz over their shoulders respectively, freeing up one hand to grab Gu Yi'er by her left and right arms. Before Gu Yi'er could even brace herself, the two men tacitly channeled their internal energy and carried her up into the sky.
Truth be told, Xuanyuan Zhong was the most wretched among the chosen ones; even his physical body had vanished, leaving behind only this sword-body avatar.
The crucial part was that after she bought it back, not only did she not say a single word of thanks, but she even photographed the food and posted it on Weibo, claiming she had no appetite, which drove her fans into a howling frenzy of heartache.
"What does the Grand Historian plan to do with this mother and son?" Seeing that he was even more furious than they were, she asked offhandedly.
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